To Infinity or Beyond, Perhaps...

To Infinity or Beyond, Perhaps..

Infinity’s a word spelled out by man,
never used for the beauty of a child
Most used when we don’t understand,
as in tiny infants, are they infinately wild?

A simple context I’ve used just to start,
I wonder if I’ll find many who’ll follow.
Teals swim on water leaving a pure heart,
for them it means their loves not hollow.

We destroy the child’s instincts at source,
the designer baby must surely follow suit.
They must steer our leaderships course,
or they might grow up not giving a hoot.

Order and surety, the controllers safety net,
is cast widely among our social groups.
We’re coerced to think our instincts are sublet,
even in sport we jump through imaginary hoops.

The games that we play aren't definitive,
so as to mess with our senses even more.
We’re left teetering on the purely subjective,
never reaching what’s for man, a true core.

The infinity of war and destruction is known,
just enough so we don’t completely decimate.
Wealth in the defeated nation must be re-grown,
so the powerful get it all on one large plate.

They cling together like a poisonous algae,
letting lackeys among us do their dirty deeds.
From those lackeys they’ll pick a new prodigy,
to be our leader, thinking only of their needs.

The infinity of a lasting peace is uncharted,
in peace we might think what’s not thought.
That a leader not greedy or hard hearted,
is infinitely better than what we’ve now got.